Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 8, 2013 7:17:47 GMT -5
Teemo hops off of the bed angrily, marching over to the other two yordles and moving Rumble to the side with a little force. He glares at the inventor, jabbing a finger to his chest and staring right in his eyes (goggles?).
"As a matter of fact, I'm right here. And I don't appreciate the tone you're taking with Rumble. I don't care how much you hate each other, you are both great inventors. You just use different means is all. And for your information, his junkyard is not filthy. I should know. I helped him clean it earlier."
The scout steps back, folding his eyes and moving his gaze between the two, now angry at both of them for their arguing.
"Now if you want to see me, Heimerdinger, then it's going to be right here, right now, with Rumble in the room. His room, I might add. Doesn't matter if you hate each other because of what you've done before, I think Rumble's a great guy. And I've been told you are too, mister inventor."
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Jan 8, 2013 19:10:11 GMT -5
"Excuse me, it's called making good use of your resources, ya thick-headed, lard-faced - oof!"
Rumble is shoved to the side when Teemo pushes him. He angrily glares at Teemo for a second, then redirects his glare back at Heimerdinger. Rumble would have loved to lash out more rants and insults at the professor, but he decides to stay silent instead while his friend speaks. After Teemo finishes, silence holds in the air for a while. Rumble still glares daggers at Heimerdinger, but he finally breaks the silence after some time.
Post by heimerdinger on Jan 9, 2013 7:54:01 GMT -5
"That's Professor thick-headed, lard-faced - oof for you." He held an angry glare towards Rumble for a few seconds. One could practically see the rage in his eyes behind his goggles.
Then, his head slowly shifted towards Teemo. "It is nothing of importance, Teemo. Just a little experiment I am working on. If you would be so kind to come to my laboratory one of these days, that would be optimal. Were it not possible for you, a small sample of your epidermic tissue would suffice for the experiment's culmination.
Last Edit: Jan 9, 2013 10:00:26 GMT -5 by heimerdinger
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 9, 2013 20:54:53 GMT -5
Teemo scratches his chin, glancing at Rumble for a moment with a mildly confused look before looking back at Heimerdinger.
"Well, I do have to stop by Piltover to drop off a relic for Ezreal, and maybe visit Ziggs. Haven't been there very often, but I'm sure I'll find it. Can I ask what this is for, specifically...?"
He scratches his ear this time, not sure if he wants, or more importantly will understand what Heimer would say.
Post by heimerdinger on Jan 9, 2013 22:18:16 GMT -5
Heimerdinger nodded. ''It is for a...'' He looked at Rumble with a worried expression. Heimer didn't like to share his experiments with people he didn't trust. Especially Rumble. However, Teemo had already stated his intentions of neither yordle leaving the room. He knew he was not going to get a better deal. "...multicellular system recreator I am currently working on.'' Heimer was about to open his mouth to keep talking, but realized Teemo understood little of what he said. ''A cloning machine, in simpler terms. I need to test its effects on yordles before officially revealing it. It goes without saying that-'' he frowned towards Rumble and poked his chest with his wrench ''- the secrecy of this project is of utmost importance.'' He turned to Teemo again. ''That is the reason I have turned to you. I trust you know how to keep a secret.''
Last Edit: Jan 10, 2013 8:14:02 GMT -5 by heimerdinger
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 9, 2013 22:45:54 GMT -5
Teemo flushes under his fur but maintains a confident expression.
"Keep a secret? Of course I can keep a secret. We're all going to keep this a secret, right, Rumble?"
He turns to the mechanized menace and folds his arm, giving him a serious expression that was strong enough to combat with Poppy's, leaning towards Rumble and staring him right in the eyes for only a few moments before turning to Heimerdinger with very much the same expression. There was a demanding tone to his voice.
"Before we do any of this though, I'm going to have to ask you a few questions back at your lab. For now, I'll accept to help with this experiment. Is that all you wanted to ask me?"
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Jan 9, 2013 22:54:46 GMT -5
"A cloning machine, eh?!" yelled Rumble. When Heimerdinger poked Rumble in the chest with the wrench, Rumble tried his best to restrain himself from twisting the wrench out of Heimerdinger's hand and thwacking him over the head. "And I suppose you're gonna sell that to the longlegs too, just like you did with every other of your stupid machines, you blockheaded, subservient ignoramus!"
Rumble continued to glare daggers at the professor. Actually, Rumble was hoping that real daggers would shoot out of his eyes and lodge themselves into the professor's head. (They didn't, by the way.) He turned towards Teemo, his glare not getting any more softer. Rumble was too angry to make the promise, so he turned back to the professor and continued to glare.
Post by heimerdinger on Jan 10, 2013 7:00:18 GMT -5
Heimer nodded and smiled at Teemo. "That's all. I will make sure everything is in order as soon as possible, then. Of course, you'll be welcome to ask as many questions as you like. I'll be happy to answer them in the most satisfactory way I can.
His jovial expression turned into an angrier one as his gaze shifted to meet Rumble's "And for your information, this device will be safely kept within the Yordle Academy of Science and Progress; an organization that I, professor engineer doctor chemist doctor physicist doctor Heimerdinger, preside; and that you, mister Rumble-" He made sure to heavily emphasize Rumble's lack of degrees and titles "-do not belong to, and never will if you prolong your close-minded, almost barbaric, xenophobic behavior towards the non-yordle denizens of Valoran."
Last Edit: Jan 10, 2013 12:09:57 GMT -5 by heimerdinger
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Jan 10, 2013 23:28:19 GMT -5
Rumble's temper rose even higher, which was a very considerable feat considering how angry he was already. With his eyes blazing (not literally, though that would be cool) and his voice powerful, Rumble screamed his lungs out at the professor. "Excuse me?! Listen up, hairbrain. First of all, I could easily get into your stupid and pointless yordle academy if I wanted to! I've been invited there a while ago. I still have the papers to prove it. However, unlike some certain wrenchhead I know, I refuse to support the longlegs, until they start seeing us and treating us like equals!" Rumble fiercely growled and poked Heimerdinger in the stomach. "Second of all, what have the longlegs done for us?! We gave them our resources and our technology before, and what have they done for us?! Nothing! They're still kicking us around like we're just playtoys, even after all we've done for them! Until the longlegs start treating us like equal beings, then no way am I going to give them a sliver of help!"
Post by heimerdinger on Jan 11, 2013 3:00:09 GMT -5
Heimerdinger smacked Rumble's hand away with his wrench. "And perhaps if you stopped being an ignorant segregationist and a human-persecutor, they would stop "kicking you around like a playtoy", as you say. I am a highly respected member of the piltoverian community - no one is treating me like an inferior being. In fact, many "long legs", as you call them, seek me for enlightment and height of mind." He slowly shook his head no. His voice took on a saddened tone. "They're our allies, Rumble. And we are going to require them for the possible upcoming future, wether it pleases you or not."
Heimerdinger then turned around once again and headed towards the stairs.
Last Edit: Jan 11, 2013 7:55:21 GMT -5 by heimerdinger
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 11, 2013 6:39:03 GMT -5
Teemo had almost half the nerve to snatch the inventor's wrench and smack him across the face with it, and he would have too if he hadn't changed his tone. The scout's angry expression softens a little as the inventor leaves, and he firmly places a hand on Rumble's shoulder to stop him from going after Heimerdinger.
"I'll be at your lab as soon as I can, Heimerdinger." He calls down before closing the door and turning to the mechanic, gently taking his hand and attempting to remove the glove of his injured hand.
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Jan 12, 2013 13:57:11 GMT -5
Rumble's body was visibly shaking as he watched Heimerdinger walk away. He clenched his fists and wrenched his hand away from Teemo's grip, then marched to a wall, with the sound of his stomps resonating throughout the room.
"Ooooooh... That lousy, freak-headed, no good... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!" He grinded his teeth and punched the wall with his injured hand, not caring that it hurt. "The longlegs have never done anything for us!" he screamed. "We've given them our technology and our resources, and we've never been given the credit! They're still punting us around like we're mere toys... so why should we help them?!" Rumble continued to punch the wall, even when his injured hand couldn't take it anymore. When he stopped punching and screaming, the only sound that was present in the room was Rumble's heavy breathing and the air conditioner.
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 12, 2013 15:26:19 GMT -5
Teemo waited for Rumble to finish his rant, staring painfully at the scene before him. He silently walks to the mechanic when he's finished, taking his wrist firmly with the left hand and placing the right on Rumble's shoulder. He spoke in a friendly tone, but was also being very serious about it.
"Rumble... we need to lend a hand here. Yes, many humans still push us around, but in some places around Valoran they don't. At any rate... word's been spreading that Cho'Gath and Nocturne have escaped. The Institute is losing power, it seems. We all need to come together to battle against the Void, if a threat is coming. It's just a chance for us yordles to shine, don't you think? Besides... our races really do need each other for this if we're going to win."
He puts his arms around the mechanic and holds him tight enough so he wouldn't break free, but hopefully warm enough where it may calm him a little.
"Now why don't we look at your hand so you can get back to making those amazing machines...?"
Post by The Mechanized Menace on Jan 13, 2013 14:57:06 GMT -5
"Hah, a chance for yordles to shine? Listen, even if we do something really super, the longlegs will hail us for oh, I don't know, maybe a few days. And soon after, they'll be back to poking fun at us!"
Rumble stomped harshly on the floor once, which caused the downstairs chandelier to rattle for the second time today, which then caused the downstairs residents to wonder if elephant aliens were invading the inn.
"Teemo, I want to make the equality between yordle and human permanent, not temporary. The Icathia thing will be the same thing over again: We help the longlegs, and they'll keep pushing us around!"
Post by The Swift Scout on Jan 13, 2013 15:07:23 GMT -5
Teemo sighs, slowly removing Rumble's glove as carefully as he can while he speaks.
"This time it's different Rumble. We're not just giving them something because they want us to. Most of them probably don't think we'll be able to survive Icathia. I think that if we go, and do well, we can show them just how great we are and that we're not just little toys they can kick around. Besides, as I said before, not many humans pick on us anymore. Trust me... I don't remember the last time you left Bandle City and actually spoke with one of them, hm?"
The scout, puts one hand under Rumble's injured one, examining it and flattening it out against his own.
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